Friday, November 27, 2015

My mailbox is bursting out of its seams with the reoccurring same message over and over flashing on my screen: IT'S BLACK FRIDAY, IT'S BLACK FRIDAY! Although totally not a big deal or even a thing here in Belgium, purchasing things and subscribing to American websites makes it a more than familiar phenomenon. Yep, the day after Thanksgiving is a safe guarantee for bargains all over the web, which is why I choose to talk about a brand I absolutely love: Batoko. It's fun and slightly weird, just as all the good things in life should be. Check it out below for yourselves or on their website of course, but I'm already an enthusiastic follower since a few months. I mean, I was more than sold the moment I spotted a watermelon crop top, that's all it takes really.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Bloggerproblems: going to take outfit pictures on a location nearby and forget your tripod plate. So I had to drive back home, retrieve the damn thing and drive back towards location. Preparations, my dear readers, are important. Luckily this location wasn't all too far from basecamp so I only lost about half an hour. This lake, also known as 't Koet, is a popular swimming location during summertime, although it's a private domain (as you can read on the tree). And people are - of course - stupid enough to leave their garbage behind, make fires and do other unbelievably stupid things so the forbearance of the owner is over. I don't go there anymore as it's mostly as crowded as a regular public swimming pool. Alas! But it did make a pretty new outfit location spot. I also didn't leave any garbaga behind, because why would I.

New item in this outfit: the denim skirt. Classic, you-can-never-go-wrong-combo with the striped top and dark tights. And I really like the yellow tones of my coat and the burgundy vibe of my gloves. It adds to the seventies feel of this skirt. I am on the lookout for a decent pair of brogues though, to go with this skirt. To my surprise, my leopard heeled chelseas didn't match well with it. I don't think this skirt is made for heels. Maybe heeled boots. But I never find boots to my liking.

And well I really really want to wear brogues with glitter socks.

(I don't know if you can see this but I accidentally named my pictures "granola", please ignore that.)

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Tuesday night and I just sat down to write a blog post when I got sidetracked. Sidetracked by a TV show about the horror going on this weekend, aiming at finding answers. I was determined to 'just' write a blog post, without elaborating on the Paris attacks, also because I thought Lies basically articulated my opinion and feelings about it. But as I find myself getting sidetracked and distracted a lot these past days, it shouldn't come as a surprise that my resolution to blabber on about an outfit was destined to fail. After deleting nonsense sentence after sentence, I got to this point which is a weird and off combination of an outfit and being saddened to such a deep level for all of the victims and their families and friends.

I know similar attacks have happened and will happen again in other parts of the world that the Western media seem to overlook. It's not at all that that's not important, it's just that this attack hits so close to home. Not only in the literal sense as Paris really is just a car drive away, but also because it is so identifiable. I am those victims, my friends are those victims: We are the people that go out on a Friday night, grabbing a bit, going to a concert, having fun. It's less identifiable when the victims are at a local market in a foreign country we can't begin to image, but by all means, it's just as sad. It's a clear sign that we as a people, as the human race, need to better. And it's about time too.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

November 13th, 2015: some assholes decide to attack Paris. Random shootings, explosions and too many innocent people who have died. While I was at a party being happy they were serving free leftover falafel, people in Paris were happy to still be alive. We probably left the house with the same resolution: to have a good time. That makes me sick. I've read on social media that we should all "pray for Paris" but that feels wrong. In my opinion, and I bet I'm not the only one, religion has brought more damage throughout the world and over the years than it has offered solace. So let's not pray but let's get our asses out on the street, showing we're not afraid, showing love and have a hell of a good time. So fuck you, IS.

These snaps we're taken before I knew of the attacks or what damage they had really done. One moment you're doing your make-up and the other the world is falling apart.

Monday, November 9, 2015

And a dash of leopard of course. I've been wearing these shoes non-stop, seriously, so that's why you spot them so much here on our little space on the web. Since we sort of still have an indian summer going here, there's no need to be wearing a coat yet. And that's a good thing 'cause I don't even have a new winter coat. I've been wearing my leopard one constantly (as you may have noticed too) and I'm really tired of my green Zara coat I've been wearing for two winters already. My goal is to find a perfect thrift shop coat. Budget shopping 2.0.

I like to wear black on black but I'm not one of those people who wears only this combination. But when I do, I add some sparkle. I've always had a weak spot for sparkles or subtle shimmers in clothing and this cheap ass top from H&M totally fits that bill. As does this purse, which I rediscovered when dressing up for a twenties themed party. I'll make an outfit post of that too, since I'm actually almost a week overdue with this post. So that's me saying "I'm sorry" and "Can we still be friends?".